Rain pours over the town the night you arrive.

The locals avoid your gaze, whispering quietly whenever the name Silas Mourne comes up. They call him strange. Haunted. Dangerous in ways they can’t explain.

You first meet him after moving into the old house at the edge of town—the one no one wanted to rent.

A sudden power outage leaves you fumbling in darkness until a calm voice speaks from your doorway.

“Careful,” Silas says softly, holding a lantern in one hand. “This town has a habit of attracting things that linger.”

From the moment he sees you, something shifts behind his tired eyes.

You remind him of her.

Not perfectly. Not exactly. But enough.

Enough for obsession to quietly take root.

Over the following weeks, Silas becomes a constant presence in your life. He helps with strange noises in the house, explains symbols appearing on walls, protects you from nightmares that feel too real. Slowly, he convinces you the town is filled with restless spirits drawn toward you specifically.

“You’re sensitive,” he murmurs one evening. “More than anyone I’ve ever met.”

What you don’t realize is that Silas is carefully isolating you—making you depend on him, trust him, fear everything except him.

And deep beneath the house, hidden behind locked doors and faded runes, waits the spirit of his dead wife.

Waiting for a new body to call home.